@wizarmonfan asked: Can I please have #13 with trans!Katsuki and Izuku working out how to approach non-binary Shinsou at the start of the first year? (Mineta got expelled so Shinsou is in 1-A). They’re in a relationship with trans!Shoto, but their main concern is helping nonbinary Shinso settle down into 1-A.
As I’m posting this I’m really nervous - it’s the first ever oneshot/scenario I’ve done with trans!au, that’s why I took so long and I’m not sure if I got it all correctly, so due to the sensitive nature of the topic I’m sorry if I mess up in any way. Also, I wrote this from Deku’s POV, so it’d be slightly easier to write. I hope you like it ♥
The new kid of the class was quiet, sitting at the back of the room just staring out the window with sleepy eyes and a neutral expression. They all knew them already, but the fact that they now had to see them every day as a classmate was strange to everyone – having had someone expelled from the class was only just slightly hard, but this seemed to be the major challenge, especially when Hitoshi had such hard walls built around themself.
Izuku first noticed something was up when Mina tried to chat with them during break, telling him how cool she thought their Quirk was, and how she was excited to have another guy in the class, and that’s where it all went down. “Ashido,” Hitoshi said slowly, not breaking eye contact, “do you have to study for something?” The pink-skinned girl happily said yes only to stop midway through; her eyes blank and without saying another word, she retreated back to her seat to take out a notebook from her bag and start reading it, looking like she was still somewhere else, just not in her own body. Midoriya witnessed all of this, and the feeling that there was a bit more of backstory to all of that left him thinking for days.
It wasn’t until he got together with his boyfriends, Katsuki and Shouto at his house that he discovered the truth. “They're like us three in a way,” Shouto explained carefully to the two boys, one of which listened with all his attention while the other listened but still looked away, clearly uninterested. “I talked with Momo the other day, who also had talked with Itsuka from 1-B… they’re genderqueer. They probably got mad at Ashido the other day because she used the wrong pronouns and while I don’t feel like that’s an excuse to use the Quirk so carelessly…”
While Todoroki kept speaking and with his mouth opened like an ‘o’, Deku now partly understood the reason of Hitoshi’s anger, the reason why they had used their Quirk on Mina like that, and the anger that came along being misunderstood – the threesome had faced similar problems each on their own and together, as the three of them had come out as trans; they knew how much of a pain it was, how much they had to go through to get where they were today, and the sole thought of Hitoshi having to go through that alone just crushed his heart.
Looking at Katsuki, he remembered the struggles he’d had just to accept how he felt trapped in his own body and the confidence he’d gained after the transition, despite the many jokes thrown at him, and the way his Quirk became even more powerful once he was who he truly was meant to be.
Looking at Shouto, he recalled the many stories from childhood the boy in front of him had told him, from the way his father had lashed out at him when he told him how he really felt, the way he almost got kicked out of his own house when they found out he was researching about the treatment he needed, and how ashamed he was of himself the months that followed after the start of his transition.
Looking at himself, he could tell he’d grown so much since the start of the treatment, but the look of confusion and slight sadness that his mother had displayed back when he first told her and before she got informed about everything still appeared sometimes on his mind, yet it was all just a way to bring him up, to prove to everyone that he could become the number one hero no matter the background of a person.
Looking at Hitoshi the next day at school, he decided that they didn’t need all of that. They already seemed like they went through enough shit on their own, both with the unintentional fearsome nature of their Quirk, and with the many personal struggles they seemed to have – although, much to Izuku’s confusion, he understood that he knew almost nothing of his new classmate besides their Quirk and motivation, prompting him to approach them during lunch along with Katsuki for moral support.
The purple-haired person wasn’t eating that much, just a small fruit salad while listening to music. Swallowing a little bit, the couple approached them with Izuku re-thinking his every word; he wasn’t scared of their Quirk, so this made the exchange a lot easier already. “H-hey, Hitoshi,” he said nervously as the other turned around to face him, removing the earphones once they saw him.
“Hey,” they replied, eyeing Katsuki with annoyance.
This will be a lot harder than expected.
“I was wondering, can we take a seat?” Deku’s hands were sweating, and when they sat down he almost hit his knee with the chair. He wondered, how could he start the conversation? Did he need to prepare himself or something? All the earlier preparation had just vanished from his mind, and the only thing he could do was look at Bakugou in embarrassment while he looked at him with anger – why had he thought that speaking with them about that in a public space would be a good idea?
“Hey,” they said, their voice bringing Izuku back down to the ground as he quickly looked at them, “I’m no mind reader but I can tell there’s something bothering you. Want to talk?”
The fact that they were a nice yet misunderstood person did not leave Midoriya’s mind as he gathered enough courage to speak up. Breathing in and holding Katsuki’s hand, he said, “I know this is going to sound weird or that it might annoy you a little, but we talked with Kendo about how to make you feel more comfortable and… she told us about you, and what you want to be called.”
“If this is going to be something about that, I don’t want to hear it,” they said while gathering their stuff, but before they could get up and leave Deku placed a hand softly on their shoulder, making them freeze in place.
“No, don’t leave just yet,” he pleaded, “we’re not all that different, that’s why we wanted to talk to you about it.” He thought about it for a second while looking at his boyfriend for reassurance, to which Katsuki just gave him a little pissed-off nod. “Here,” he added while unbuttoning his shirt just enough so that the bandages that covered his chest below were exposed. Hitoshi just stared wide-eyed, and Izuku wished he could read minds. “It’s the three of us here, Kacchan, Shouto, and me; we all know what it’s like to feel left out. We know what it’s like to feel different, and we don’t want you to go through all of that anymore, at least not alone.”
Blinking a few times, it seemed to go slowly through Hitoshi’s head as they understood what they were trying to say, to which they just scoffed and turned around once more, looking out the windows with what Izuku recognized as sadness. “No matter how much you guys say you can relate to me it’ll always be the same, it’s just one more excuse for people to leave – I won’t blame you, that’s for sure, but thanks for the advice anyways.”
And just like that, Deku was just fed up. Getting up, he slammed one fist on the table, making surrounding students turn around to look at him in shock; Hitoshi just stared with a blank expression before the words Izuku let out next melted it into a tired yet content one. “I’m – we’re not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”
